thought-provoking poem

Do not stand at  my grave and weep,


i am not there, i do not sleep


I am in a  thousand winds that blow,


 I am the softly falling snow,


I am the gentle showers of rain,


I am the fields of ripening grains,


I am in the morning hush,


I am in the graceful rush,


of beautiful birds in circling flight,


I am in the star shine of the night,


I am in the flowers that bloom,


I am in a quiet Room,


I am in the birds that sing,


I am in an each lovely thing,


Do not stand at my grave bereft,


I am not there, I have not left.........




                                                         By Mary Elizabeth Frye